When did you get so big Little Man, tomorrow you start school. Sitting here with tears in my eyes, I feel a bit of a fool.   Your bag is packed, your clothes are labelled and your shoes are super shiny, But there is massive part of me that says ‘don’t take him yet, he’s still tiny.’   Nursery was your first big leap and then Preschool too. You’ve taken it all in your stride and this you will do too.   I don’t know where the years have gone but I do know we’ve had fun, I  think this… View Post

Dear Little Lady, Here we are; nursery day. My littlest child, my last child. Milestones are huge with your first child but they feel even bigger with your last because you know you will never be doing it again. You are more than ready for nursery. You are such a sociable baby and you are never happier than when you are with other children. The nursery you are going to is the one Little Man went to so we know you will be ok there; safe, happy and well looked after. All this aside, I sort of want to wrap… View Post

Last September I stood nervously at the school gates waiting for them to open for Little Man’s first day at preschool. He was nervous about starting somewhere new. I was nervous about whether I had made the right decision about moving him from the nursery he had been in from 10 months old to a new place. There was new routines to learn and a much more school like environment for him to get his head round. Dealing with change was not his strong point. As a family we had not had the easiest couple of months and all of… View Post

This is a thank you to the person that let me fully share and didn’t just stare. This is a thank you to the person that stood, by my side on the day that she died. This is a thank you to the person who stood by the incubator, cried with me and just let me be. This is a thank you to the person who understood I was torn and that 2 babies had been born. This a thank you to the person who visits with love and support, the kind that just can’t be taught. This is a thank you to… View Post

I’ve dusted off the laptop. I’ve dug it out from behind the sofa and stared at a blank page for a while. You see, I forgot how to do it. When everything happened it was all I wanted to do; pour my heart out onto the screen. My head was so full of feelings and they needed to escape so I wrote. What I have realised over the last couple of months that for the first 6 months after the twins were born I was in shock, a huge amount of shock. I wanted to shout it from the roof… View Post